njlancaster:

Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face. Kind you’d find on someone I could save. If they don’t put me away, well, it’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you’re missin’ out? That everything good is happenin’ somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through

And I will die all alone. And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again.So what did you do those three days you were dead? ’Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared of dyin’. I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceilin’?

Do I divide and fall apart? ’Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark. And the ship went down in sight of land. And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you’re comin’ in the night like a thief. But I’ve had some time, oh lord. To hone my lyin’ technique. I know you think that I’m someone you can trust, But I’m scared I’ll get scared, and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.

So do you think that we could work out a sign, So I’ll know it’s you, and that it’s over, so I won’t even try?

I know you’re comin’ for the people like me, But we all got wood and nails, and turned out a hate factory.

And we all got wood and nails.

And turned out a hate factory.

And we all got wood and nails.

And we sleep inside of this machine.

I like this song way to much